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"Deep down, you're really shallow"
Paradox - a phrase which would appear to contradict itself, but makes metaphorical sense. Write a poem that starts and ends with a different paradox.
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I have learned a lot in my life Like how you have to put up with All the animals swimming in me And I have to cause hurricanes And tsunamis when I really don’t want to
That causes people to hate me They despise of me, leak oil into me And hurt what I love, they fin sharks They overfish and they killed some Just for fun and I met many who I hated
Storms would brew and I killed people I watched them drown because they Hurt me, though I didn’t want to I even met a few who fell in love with me One girl who came every day
Every day for eighteen years Didn’t miss a day and she loved me She splashed into the depths and I saved her No. She saved me, or until I hurt her One day she fell in love with a man
And that was when she still visited But the man killed the things I loved He was a fisherman and he did it Not for his living but for fun So I swallowed him hole
He drowned that day and The girl turned away and I was sad She cursed me, the girl who loved me Told me, “deep down, you’re really shallow” Then she fled, and never returned
And I quaked. All sealife felt my sorrow No matter how hard I tried I still was The Ocean I didn’t want to be The Ocean But I was and I swore I’d never love again
Deep down, you’re really shallow. Everything inside you screams hate Yet every glance you give me is filled with love. Your tongue whispers of our grand fate, But your fingers begin to lace Closing down on my throat.
What is it about me you love so much? Whisper in my ear dear, For I can play this game too. You, my darling, Are just the bait All that you fear is coming near.
Are you eager to begin? Trying to snake your way into my heart Unsuspecting of the parasite who’s been by your side all along.
You, an apple with an already rotten core. Why would you notice me? Soon you will. The end will come for you And your silly game dear. I’m the nightmare from your happiest dreams.
Deep down, you’re really shallow.
They say that crushes are like fireworks: Beautiful to watch but only lasting moments. I tried to prolong you, grasping your components-
Futile.
Like a candle’s last breath, the falling tallow, Like a rising fireworks expression, the vibrant hallow,
Deep down, you’re really shallow.
It’s funny how the mind makes full course meals out of breadcrumbs: An occasional smile, a fleeting blink Which in my haste I mistook for a wink.
Hindsight’s a killer.
Forgive my inexperience, forgive my callow, Forgive me for thinking it all wouldnt lie fallow
But deep down, you’re really shallow.
What is the essence of a crush? A fugitive feeling, with its core so close to its surface? A sadistic enthraller with evil motives and purpose?
It’s lacklustre.
Like a towering giant being grazed by an arrow, Like a spindling bone, stripped of its marrow,
Deep down, you’re really, really shallow.
Deep down, you're really shallow, A truth that cuts like knives. In depths of introspection, We find our surface lives.
Layers peeled reveal no core, Just masks we thought were real. The more we seek to know ourselves, The less there is to feel.
We dive into our psyche's sea, Expecting hidden treasure. But find that in complexity, Simplicity's the measure.
The wisest know they nothing know, A paradox most clever. For in the end, we come to find: The more we change, the more we stay the same forever.
You think it’s so cute To trample over other people You think it’s so funny To make people cry You think your so great But deep down, your really shallow Think your some big deal When really you ain’t shit I wonder if it’s because Your were unloved As child maybe you were often ignored Or maybe someone hurt you in a way That made you so unfixable So now you insist On tarring people down Just to lift yourself up But really I hope you cry yourself to sleep at night I hope one day you end up all alone With no one but yourself to blame Because deep down, your really shallow
You are perfect, yet so broken. One day I would like to be able to look into my soul, That daunting black hole. Consuming, withholding, My secrets. A smile of a doll can be carved by whoever, If you look inside will the wood start to wither. Will it start to crack and separate, At this rate. Just like a stage covered by these curtains of my blood red, You never know what is happening inside till the they are pulled. Like you are, Inside my head. Life is a game of hangman, But you don’t know how it ends. One wrong word, The person with the kindest face bends. I hate this thought of how dark our hearts can be, But from the outside you cannot see. Humans are emotional and stressed, Angry, happy, calm and depressed. But why do we still, Dress with a smile. Like actors acting out a life not truly us, Feeling like we have to cuss. Just look at me, You will see. Perfect people are imperfectly. Deep down, you are really shallow, You are perfect, yet so broken.
I thought it ended there, at the beginning. The fragmented visits, the bounteous dull pearls, wisely gathering dust in the bottom drawer.
‘What for?’ I asked ‘Why?’ I cried ‘I wish I could go back again’ I lied
‘Because of life, because of life’ you said At least I like to think so, rolling the words around in my head, in your voice, as if I could conjure you into my living room.
Then the words come tumbling forth and the thoughts lock into place I feel the warmth of your gaze and the strength in your wise embrace And I realise that this was the beginning, in the end.
Time I want to hear it in your words minutes ago when the littlest hands move forward when the clock hits 12 o’clock window,shades are blue. I don’t want to go back. Time doesn’t want to move stuck there. I locked myself out. out slowly times I forgot about open your mind what is the end? No one begin a self. the top of the world
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